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Page 165 - Lucy remarked, rebukingly ; but Bessie explained she had been writing to her father a very long letter on an important subject, which Alick was going to take to town with him. "About your marriage]" Lucy inquired, and Bessie answered
Page 169 - That Mr. Harcourt was a devoted correspondent, Heather knew by the evidence of her own eyes. Scarcely a morning passed without the post-bag bringing a long epistle from him to his affianced wife. Bessie's acknowledgments of these epistles were despatched at much longer and more uncertain intervals ; but then Bessie did not profess to be a good correspondent. "She hated letter writing and letter writers," she openly declared ; so that her negligence in this particular proved nothing.
Page 172 - you can turn me out of the house this moment, if you like. I told you a lie about that letter. I did not go to Miss Bessie's room for it. Miss Bessie is gone." " Gone !" Heather looked at the girl, and blankly repeated that word after her. " Yes, ma'am ; and there is a letter for you, please, on the toilet-table," at which point in her confession Prissy began to whimper. " Don't do that,
Page 177 - that he is well rid of her,' " answered Arthur. " She must be a bad girl —a bad false girl." " But, oh ! so good to Lally," said Heather, deprecatingly ; " and I do not think it was of her own free will she went now — I do not — I believe she was driven to it. Read her letter, Arthur — read how she says she tried to like Mr. Harcourt, and how her mother forced her on. If I only knew she were married, I could rest satisfied.
Page 178 - I wonder who she can have picked up," remarked Squire Dudley, when his wife left the room; "you never saw anybody hanging about the place, did you, Alick ? " Very truthfully, Alick answered that he had not ; but still in his own soul he felt satisfied Bessie had gone off with the stranger, who sat in the same pew with them, and restored Miss Ormson's prayer-book on that Sunday when he and his cousin walked across the fields to North Kemms church, talking as they went. GRANDDAD IN THE INGLE. [A Ballad....
Page 171 - s room, took a candle, and descending into the hall» made her way along a passage which led in the direction of the offices. Crossing the front kitchen, she opened the door which led towards the back staircase, and there on the last step stood Priscilla Dobbin. " What are you doing ? where are you going ? " asked her mistress. " I was coming down to look at the clock, ma'am,
Page 80 - It seems rather one-sided for no one to preach against feminine men ; for if a woman be objectionable in so far as she resemble a man, a man must surely be objectionable in so far as he is dependent, and weak, and timid, and fainthearted, and undecided, and variable, and impulsive, and easily influenced, and speedily depressed, and equally speedily rejoiced, and governed by the opinions of others, and dependent on external influences, like a woman.
Page 169 - ... leaf stirred. The silence was almost insupportable, and Heather felt it to be so, as she left the window and returned to Lally's side. Still, the child slept quietly ; and now Heather's thoughts reverted to Bessie. What could be the matter with the girl ? Why had she been crying the previous night ? Why did she so persistently ignore Mr. Harcourt's very existence ? How did it happen that the time for her marriage seemed no nearer now than it had done in the summer ? That Mr.
Page 174 - Had any one come to her and said Bessie was dead, she could not have felt more shocked — more grieved. Under her eyes this thing had been going on — this deception from day to day, and from week to week — and she had never even suspected its existence. Her very servant had been cognisant...